{ Replay }
Title: Replay
Fandom: Persona 3
Pairing: Shinjiro/FMC
Word Count: 476
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Four of Swords
Rating: PG13
He hates hospitals.
It might just be a bad vibe that he's gotten ever since he was a little kid, waiting with Akihiko to see if Miki survived the fire, then having his best friend turn to him, utterly broken, when they found out that she didn't. The fact that he himself has sent someone else there, some woman doomed never to wake up again after his axe felled her during the Dark Hour, well, it doesn't add to the appeal.
So maybe that's why he's about as surprised as Akihiko is when he comes to visit. Hell, Shinjiro snorts, he's even got an audience all lined up for him: two girls and a boy in a baseball cap are already waiting in the room.
"Shinji," the boxer blinks, as though trying to discern whether this is a dream or not. "What brings you here?"
"What do you think? You gonna be okay?"
Akihiko laughs, flexes his arm. "Looks like it. The doctor said that I'll still need a few more weeks before I can get back into fighting, but it's healing nicely."
"Try not to be so stupid." Shinjiro frowns and then is about to take the door to the hallway when something about one of the girls catches his eye.
Not in a pretty way, like her beauty arrests him or some shit like that- no, it more like a feeling of deja vu, like he's seen her somewhere before but can't place it. But hell if he knows any girls who wear barrettes in x-shapes in their hair.
In a moment it seems like this is the calm before the storm, that this is the catalyst that will knock all that he knows about life for a loop. He frowns; he doesn't believe in past lives or stuff like that, but something about her makes him wonder. Maybe they passed on the street, maybe something happened between them. Whatever it is...
"You..."
Then reality snaps back and he's himself again. The kids start to give him strange stares, all of them except that girl, who keeps looking at him with a small smile, as though she's in on the joke and is waiting for him to realize who she is.
"...nevermind." He finishes, then goes for the door. The kid in the baseball cap moves out of his way as though he's some wild animal, prone to glaring at its prey before striking. Shinjiro rolls his eyes, but as he makes his way down the hallway and back out on the streets, something still makes him reach into his peacoat, his fingers brushing the silver edge of a pocketwatch, wondering what on earth has just been set into motion.
Fandom: Persona 3
Pairing: Shinjiro/FMC
Word Count: 476
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Four of Swords
Rating: PG13
He hates hospitals.
It might just be a bad vibe that he's gotten ever since he was a little kid, waiting with Akihiko to see if Miki survived the fire, then having his best friend turn to him, utterly broken, when they found out that she didn't. The fact that he himself has sent someone else there, some woman doomed never to wake up again after his axe felled her during the Dark Hour, well, it doesn't add to the appeal.
So maybe that's why he's about as surprised as Akihiko is when he comes to visit. Hell, Shinjiro snorts, he's even got an audience all lined up for him: two girls and a boy in a baseball cap are already waiting in the room.
"Shinji," the boxer blinks, as though trying to discern whether this is a dream or not. "What brings you here?"
"What do you think? You gonna be okay?"
Akihiko laughs, flexes his arm. "Looks like it. The doctor said that I'll still need a few more weeks before I can get back into fighting, but it's healing nicely."
"Try not to be so stupid." Shinjiro frowns and then is about to take the door to the hallway when something about one of the girls catches his eye.
Not in a pretty way, like her beauty arrests him or some shit like that- no, it more like a feeling of deja vu, like he's seen her somewhere before but can't place it. But hell if he knows any girls who wear barrettes in x-shapes in their hair.
In a moment it seems like this is the calm before the storm, that this is the catalyst that will knock all that he knows about life for a loop. He frowns; he doesn't believe in past lives or stuff like that, but something about her makes him wonder. Maybe they passed on the street, maybe something happened between them. Whatever it is...
"You..."
Then reality snaps back and he's himself again. The kids start to give him strange stares, all of them except that girl, who keeps looking at him with a small smile, as though she's in on the joke and is waiting for him to realize who she is.
"...nevermind." He finishes, then goes for the door. The kid in the baseball cap moves out of his way as though he's some wild animal, prone to glaring at its prey before striking. Shinjiro rolls his eyes, but as he makes his way down the hallway and back out on the streets, something still makes him reach into his peacoat, his fingers brushing the silver edge of a pocketwatch, wondering what on earth has just been set into motion.